Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain(No the real hood the hood, not the RAP hood)(The real hood, like three pair of pants)My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)(My moms is busting her ass) State my case(Nigga I'm going to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain(You understand what I'm saying? Can you believe that?)I lived a life that's full (They have people, waiting)(At the airport like five days like I'm a beetle or something)(That's really something!) And I traveled each, and every highway(Seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and moreMuch more than this (still here) I did it my wayLet's try this one

Uhh, yeah, gangsta nigga!Put my hustle down, tore the game up niggaTook your high score down, put my name up niggaTore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is JiggaI did it my way (and more.. much more than this)That's right, it's a beautiful thing man!(I did it my way) I did it my way, Hovi baby!

Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunasMastered a corner like Deion in his uniformPop hurting assertive, flirted with deathDamn near murdered before my first album hit the shelfGrandma's favorite, she could not understandHow there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighborHas to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouseAs a reminder that I make top paper?Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favorsNobody gave us shit, we made usThe Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam DavisBig's the smart one on the low like Dean MartinWe came in this game, not begging niggas pardonDemanding y'all respect, hand over a checkAnd while y'all at it, hand over the jetWe the reason they ain't hand over Def Jam so quickThey new every year I was dropping new productI was raisin the stock up, while building the Roc upBut that's alright, cause they knew they had to see usWhen it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-iresYeah!

(And more, much more than this; I did it my way)Yeah! "In My Lifetime"I caught smaller cases, but I had capitalHypocritic system let me right back at youYou better hope a rich rapper never attacks youNot even that scratches you, 'specially if you black dudeThey don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rapAnd they can look good by painting him as bad newsCause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they viewsExposed to the curb and nobody said a wordSo imagine how disturbed I wasWhen I seen how big they made my fight scene at the clubLet me explain exactly how this shit wasThis nigga yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirinBut it's cool cause he's back friends, and half-inning is overIt's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to being HovaMe back with the chauffeur, laid backHelicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feeling like a sofaHelicopter meet me, Teta Vero take me overSomewhere peaceful for the weekend now it's back to speaking of vulturesSo the next time that page six approaches usHere's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my, way